My  Flag      (A rhyming poem)

Stale mists from cities rise

Polluting earths’ once virgin skies

Brown now all the trees are gone

From the once green Amazon

Black tarmac over earths’ green floor

To facilitate machines of war

And all the money that we earn

Cannot replace the trees we burn

Cows now graze where forests stood

Farting methane and creating mud

To feed the worlds’ fat-rich bellies

So burgers with fries cost just pennies

So my flag is green just like the trees

With bands of blue for sky and seas

And gold just like the morning sun

When life was new and we’d just begun

So come and rally to this flag

Before the earth’s just molten slag

David's comment below is a reasonable criticism of my original comment in "about this poem"...It shows that "shooting from the hip can occasionally lead to stray bullets" and I agree my comment was misleading on the issue of methane "directly" damaging the ozone layer. David has given a better account of that below...